Thursday, May 10, 2012
I biked to the theater after work, had a sandwich along the way and stopped at the cigar shop right near the theater. I had a little time so I lit up a cigar and joined the many others waiting in a line that snaked around the building, made of of an older crowd with many biker types in attendance. We all share a common interest in good, rocking music! During the show, the woman behind me repeated endlessly, "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy I love you!" This show only emphasized how good Sammy is, a real sincere and spontaneous performer who shows his appreciation for his audience (he signed autographs at the end of the show, including a woman's t-shirt while still being worn).
In perhaps a bold attempt to claim an independent identity, the band resisted the natural urge to play any songs from either Van Halen or the solo careers of Hagar and Satriani. A loose but rousing rendition of Hendrix’s “Foxy Lady” served as the evening’s high point of energy, perhaps due to its global familiarity in the midst of Chickenfoot’s somewhat underground catalog. Satriani validated his reputation as a virtuoso player, while Hagar perpetuated his cult status of a beach loving party singer who can’t stop having a good time. Anthony reminded everyone that his background vocals were integral to the Van Halen sound, and Aronoff did a competent job of temporarily handling the drum duties of Chad Smith (of Red Hot Chili Peppers). While the band clearly enjoyed playing together, the half-filled venue was demure in its applause. Perhaps as a direct response, Chickenfoot made the rather unexpected decision to not return for an encore.
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